Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

-I like Sundays :)

BIG FAT YAAAAAY FOR SUNDAAAAYYSSSS :D

Sunday is one of those days where you can just laze aroundd in your PJ's or sit outsidee in the sunshine with a cup of coffee munching on waffles and no-one seems to care :) I don't see why people don't like Sundays.. Maybe because Sunday marks the end of the weekend, and the beginning of yet another 5-day-work-week. But isn't that a good thing? A new week, a whole new 7 days filled with countless opportunities (assuming you know where to look.) ANYTHING can happen. It's that element of uncertainty and possibility that awaits you which makes Sunday a bloody good day.

I woke up bright and early today, just in time to see the sun riseee :D. [I also went to bed in not far off the sunrise..] I have to admit it's been a rather unproductive day, and I as I look at the clock which reads 15:53pm I wonder what exactly it is I'm going to do after this blogg. Who knows.. Finish reading my book, perhaps..?

I spent the morning dilly-dallying and did a spot of ironing (earning a fiver - nice one (Y)) and that's alwayss helpful, considering I don't have a job despite my intense need for moniees. ¬_¬ I then had a shower, and laughed immensly as I discovered, after my day of intense tanning yesterday in Queens with my sisterssss [(L.)] and a few other people, I acheived my goal of "getting a tan" and now have insanely white toes, yes, TOES, in comparison the the brown-ness of my legs. Oh deaaar. :\

Isn't Jack Johnson wonderful? Such mellow music is just perfect for a Sunday in the gardenn, me thinks. I would casually strum along on my guitar, but the other day I broke the much needed E-string, and now have a 5-stringed guitar, and I don't have a replacement..

SO.

I am currently a jobless, white-toed, mellow 16 year old girl with a 5-stringed guitar in need of a hair cut (but my mother continues to forget this so won't book me an appointment..) with the bestest friends anyone could ask for. Luckyy much. :)

Life is beautiful. :)